The naturalists say that these singular creatures... 469
The night wind with a desolate moan swept by... 215
The one remains, the many change and pass...... 232
The opal-hued and many perfumed morn..
The other boats, the yawl and pinnace, had....
The path by which we twain did go...
The pines were dark on Ramoth's hill..
The pledge of friendship! it is still divine..
The quality of mercy is not strained..
The reason I call it "Baby's Day"....
The rose has been washed, just washed..
The rose is fairest when 'tis budding new..

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There's a prim one-horse hearse in a jolly
There sunk rhe greatest nor the worst of men.....
There was once a little man and his rod......
There were three maidens who loved a king..
There went three kings into the East
They are dying! they are dying!....
They carried pie to the parson's house...
They come! the merry months of beauty.
They grew in beauty side by side..

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377

476

261

226

97

257

28

279

452

300

308

The sea, the sea, the open sea

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Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty
Though Scotland boasts a thousand names.... . . . 345
Thou happy, happy elf......

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